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You alone incised the wound in his heart. You also need to heal that wound, Win. Sorry this way you should be able to open your eyes and heart that he who sees you like this is of course disappointed because you do not want to consider it there. I'm pretty sure with this you won't be able to run from her anymore because ....
No longer forwarding it Pramana has now arrived at the door of the room Rewindra. However, when he was about to open the door he heard a warning sound from Louser that made him scorn cynically without saying the words thrown by the assistant of the Son.
Pramana opened the door of her Son's room harshly to which she received a rude reception, but of course she herself was not afraid of him.
“Didn't I tell you not to bother me. Didn't you hear all the orders from me, Ser. Looks like you got tired of hi–” when lifting up and staring at someone who opened the door of the room violently, and he gulped when he saw the arrival of the Papa who looked at him with cold eyes.
Making him scratch his neck does not itch when the beloved Papa continues to look coldly at him. “What do you need, Pa? Until I come to my room?”
After arriving and standing before the beloved Son. Pramana also pulled the earlobe Rewindra hard which made the ear empu dry in pain while begging for forgiveness to be released. “Ampun, Pa! Please take off Papa's hand in my ear!”
Satisfied to see the look on Rewindra's face held back upset plus one of the reddened earlobes made Pramana relieved because he was a little able to vent his anger due to the treatment done by Rewindra himself on the beloved Grandson.
“It's not much, Win. If you want more Papa will gladly grant it.” The statement made by Pramana made Rewindra feel astonished.
What makes the Papa suddenly pull the earlobe until this reddened? That thing disturbs his mind.
“Actually what do you want, Pa?” ask Rewindra coldly.
“You still ask your Papa like this too because who tried?” replied Pramana coldly while flipping the question.
“I know wrong about him, and can Papa not interfere in my personal affairs,” replied Rewindra indifferently which made Pramana growl with an answer thrown by the beloved Son.
“Win, even if you don't want his presence better take him to the orphanage. Let her find her happiness instead of living with you that you always ignore, just because it looks like your late wife.”
Pramana deliberately did this to ascertain whether the Son still wanted the presence of the Grandchild or just a hoax, and the answer from his Son did not make him feel relieved, either, but it could be seen highlighted Rewindra's cold eyes.
“Why did Papa even tell me to drive him to the orphanage? Even if I have incised a wound that makes him hate me it does not matter to me, as long as he is happy I gladly accept it and about it until whenever I will never do it to him. Because I love her so much as deeply as this regret of mine!”
“So, all this time you have secretly always cared for his existence behind your indifference so, hm?” asked Pramana who was still not satisfied with the statement from her son.
“What is still less clear that I said earlier, Papa!” rewindra replied while grunting in annoyance.
Then Pramana soon remembered the report of Rolando who was in someone's house and he would use the Grandson a little to lure his Son.
Does he really care about his whereabouts? And in this way his own grandson also participated in the arranged circle that had long been planned by his late Mother.
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Still less yak?
